AN: This is just a short chapter to end the story.

Susan wondered what the doctor would do about Mr. Jones. He was an old man with-as far as she knew-no family members to look after him.

The doctor said it was highly possible that Mr. Jones might never recover from the memory loss. "Now there's still a slim chance that after a while, It'll start to come back to him but...it's doubtful."

"What should I do?" Susan asked.

The doctor looked very surprised and nearly dropped the clip board he had been holding. "You aren't to do anything, what the hospital is going to do, is look into rest homes. Perhaps the Pizza Place could be sold for money to send him to a nice one."

Mr. Jones despite being old had very good hearing. "Eh, what's that? Sell my Pizza place?" He let out a laugh. "Ha, Sophie's not going to let you put her old father in a rest home, are you, Sophie?" He looked at Susan eagerly.

Susan was torn. She couldn't let him get sent to a rest home but how could she look after him and the Pizza place all by herself? No, she'd have to let him go. She loved him but she couldn't do anything, she wasn't Sophie. Then she looked back into the beaming mans face and for a moment saw a strange likeness to Edmund. As a toddler, Edmund had given her that expression countless times when he expected her to stick up for him. And now Mr. Jones wanted-no, needed-the same thing.

"I'll take care of him." Susan said firmly. "He's not going to a rest home."

"Atta, girl!" Mr. Jones cheered, with a wide grin on his face. "Always was such a good child, going to take care of her old father."

The doctor lowered his voice hoping Mr. Jones wouldn't be able to hear him if he got the pitch soft enough. "He can't even remember your real name."

"I don't care." Susan said stubbornly, unwilling to budge in the matter.

"But you can't run his business." The doctor protested.

"Can't I?" Susan gave the doctor a cold look. "Just watch me."

To put it lightly, the work was hard. She didn't know much about payments to employees or where to order sauce from. Thankfully, Mr. Jones still knew all about that stuff and told, 'Sophie' what she needed to know. It worked out well except for the rare times when Susan would discover that a certain person Mr. Jones had reminded her to pay had been dead for over three months or that this or that place that she was told she could get the best cheese from had been out of business for nearly half a year.

But she did the best she could and looked after Mr. Jones. She saw to it that he got the medical care he needed. (which included fishing medical notices out of the large house plant by the pizza place door where Mr. Jones kept hiding them when they came in the mail). She also made sure he ate enough. Unfortunately because they were both so poor, most of the vegetables they had at supper were left over pizza toppings.

For the most part though, Susan was happy. She felt like she'd accomplished something in her life at last. She'd gone and found out all she needed to know about Peter and as she had no other ambitions why couldn't she spend the rest of her time looking after a good friend? He'd helped her out greatly when she'd needed it. Letting the rent slide with no complaint when she'd had no money to pay him with. Thinking of this made her feel guilty that she'd considered even for a moment letting him go to a rest home. The best part of worrying about Mr. Jones all the time was that it gave her less time to spend crying upstairs by herself missing her siblings.

The only thing that Susan couldn't get used to was being called, 'Sophie'. She cringed every time Mr. Jones called her that, feeling like she was a pretender pulling a cruel prank on the poor man. But there was nothing she could do. Once, she'd come close to getting him to call her by her real name, but it didn't last.

"Sophie," He had said. "Aren't you going back to university this year?"

Susan had been cleaning the counter as the last customer for that day left. "I'm Susan."

Mr. Jones shook his head. "Oh, right, Susan of course..." He looked almost like he'd been before he'd lost his memory but then it passed. "Sophie, hand me that book over there."

Susan knew it wasn't his fault but she felt angry all the same. "Here!" She snapped handing him his book.

"Thank you." Mr. Jones didn't seem to notice the harsh way she spoke to him.

Ten years passed and Mr. Jones got older and older. He still called Susan, 'Sophie' and strangely enough she'd finally managed to get a little used to it though the sting of guilt still struck her every time he did so. Yet, as of late, there was a difference in him. He looked at her strangely and whenever he'd called her 'Sophie' he'd looked a little uncertain. So much so that he'd stopped addressing her at all if he could help it.

Susan also noticed he'd become quieter and didn't eat as much.

"Come on, you must be hungry." Susan urged him to have some lunch.

"No thank you." Mr. Jones smiled at her and waved it away. "I just want to sit and look out the window some more."

"You've been looking out the window for five hours." Susan reminded him.

"Have I?" Mr. Jones looked confused. "I could have sworn it was only a minute or so."

That night, Mr. Jones started coughing loudly and Susan got up and ran to him. "Are you alright?"

Mr. Jones looked very weak, and was lying on the floor as though he'd taken a fall from his bed.

"I'm going to call the doctor." Susan told him.

Mr. Jones reached for her wrists. "Wait a minute, Sophie."

"I'm Susan." She said,

Mr. Jones blinked at her for a moment. "I know..." He said recognizing her for the first time in ten years. "I just miss her so much."

Susan helped him back into bed.

His eyes started to close. "Susan..." He said.

"Yes?" She answered.

"thank you." And with that, the poor man breathed his last breath, the corners of his lips turned up as he exhaled, he died smiling and he died, knowing exactly who it was who'd taken care of him in his old age.

As for Susan she lived on working at the pizza place until she grew old herself. Then she sold it. She thought London was getting a bit too fast paced for her and she couldn't keep up. She decided for the time being to rent a house far, far away from England, but only a reasonable sized swim away from Mako Island.

AN: Well that's it for this story. This one ends where "The Susan code" starts. so if you haven't aready read that one and want to find out what happened next, go read it, but um, first, review.